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( . *// @peysidiots
“If I had known that you getting laid would have gotten the stick out of your ass, I would have fucked you a long time ago.” Easy. That’s how Cora would describe it. It was easier working with Chandler. Even a small ‘thank you’ slipped out of her mouth when he handed her the third coffee refill for the morning, with her very obviously trying to ignore the small jitters she got when her hand brushed his.
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
To put to words how much Cora missed her bed would be like a Victorian romance novel with all the metaphors and flowery language. She’s spent the past three weeks in a hotel room that, as comfortable and nice as it was, was not her bed or her room. And as much as she missed the skyscrapers of San Francisco, the ones in New York felt extremely claustrophobic and Cora found herself yearning for the buildings of DC that never exceeded twelve stories. There was only one downside of being back in the nation’s capital and that was that there was no more avoiding Chandler when she will walk back into headquarters tomorrow. All the debriefing of her assignment happened in New York and at the end of it, Cora was just given a plane ticket home and was told to report back on Monday. There really weren’t any days off as a federal agent, but it really gave her time to appreciate the quiet. She threw the last of her own clothes into the hamper to deal with at another time and was ready to collapse onto her bed when she heard knocks at her door. She had half a mind to ignore it, but then she heard them again and knew that the person there was not going to leave.
~ ! @peysidiots ~
The past three days were a haze. Cora remembered only the significant things, like getting the arrests in and the moment she hit her own bed. She also remembered the shower she took and all the dried blood that washed off of her, none of it her own, thankfully. She knew the fact that she managed to get only bruises from the whole event would make Chandler proud... if he’d wake up.
April personally let Cora know about his status after things calmed down. There was still a lot of damage control, but scanning the reports was one thing, hearing it was another. She’s been given the rest of the week off, not that it was much considering it was already Sunday and Cora would have to report back to work on Monday.
She did finally get the nerve to go to the hospital to see the man, staring through the window like he was a subject for observation. Barely moving other than for the rise and fall of his chest. Cora’s never seen him so beaten, seeing the multiple bandages in the areas at the hospital gown could not cover.
“You can go in if you’d like. He’s not getting many visitors since our family is a little scattered at the moment.”
“Oh, no. I just stopped by for a moment. I have to be somewhere,” Cora quickly came up with.
Felicity tilted her head a little, curious about her brother’s friend. “You sure? His doctor took down his medication dosage. He should be waking up soon. I can at least tell him you stopped by, uhh...”
“Eleanor,” Cora replied, not sure if she should give her first name. “Thanks. I’ll just be going now. Sorry about... uh, your brother.”
“Thanks. I know he’ll be fine. He’s stubborn, or so my sisters say.” Felicity watched as the girl walked away, noting that there was a small healing cut on her neck. She knew that her brother was working for the FBI and was pretty certain Eleanor was too. It just wasn’t her place to press on a stranger as her attention went to Kyle who was walking her way and they made their way back into Chandler’s hospital room, eager to see how coherent he’d be when he wakes up.
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
“What you got full of Christmas dinner and now you can get pinned by me? Seriously?”
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
Cora only went to three places: her apartment, her job, and her coffee shop. Ever since she moved to DC, this coffee shop became a frequent stop since she’s been friends with the barista. Danny would have her order ready (not that it was a hard order) by the time she settled into a table. They’d either talk if he wasn’t busy or she’d grab a book that her friend from home would recommend. It was just nice to destress, but seeing Chandler walk in was the complete opposite of de-stressing. Having him sit down at her table made Cora want to drop kick him the same way he taught her. “Don’t you harass me enough at work, Wyatt?”
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
“Could have saved you the trip down to my hole,” Cora said, holding up her tablet with the email she just received. Ever since getting back from Florida, she expected at least one superior to yell at her but when the files were turned in and the deals struck, there was nothing. Just endless piles of evidence that were showing up on her desk every morning for the past three days as she was off of field duty for two weeks. “I make one wrong decision, despite getting the results, and you’re reassigned as my SO?”
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
It’s been a hot minute since Cora went back into the office. Instead of going to to the lab or their team’s HQ, she went straight for the training room with Chandler in tow. “Alright, you promised me last night you’ll do everything I say for this, right? I just need to text something out.”
~ ! @peysidiots ~ &chandler.
“The world hates me,” Cora said to herself as she was approached by Agent Asshat from yesterday. They were getting their assigned SO’s for the still-stupid field training. So much for never having to see him. “We meet again. Let’s just not pretend here. I don’t like you. I would rather be indifferent towards you and pretend you don’t exist, but I can’t do that.”
